Closer
I suppose it's time I speak up.
Since August 14 I have contributed more writing for My World, My Sky. This does not mean in any fashion that the story is finished. It simply means I've kept whatever damned promises I've made to have a full screenplay written by Christmas of this year.
I haven't a clue when, or even if, readers will be able to visualize the writing other than inside their precious little minds.
I believe in this very much, and will do whatever I can for it to be seen by you the way I do, but patience is a virtue. Don't come knocking down my door in attempt to rush my process. It's not even mine, really, over time this work has made a life of it's own. Some days it begs for attention as an only child, others it's barely living on shallow breaths. I cannot control it and despite what some others may believe, neither can they.
All I ask for now is your polite silence. This goes for what is directed toward the work or otherwise. There is always this unnecessary stream of mindless chatter from about 96% of all people all the time and I cannot even begin to express my gratitude for those who refrain from splitting their lovely, rosey lips in attempt to better focus their minds on what is truly important. Please, realize what matters before it is too late. I promise you, it does not hurt.
xox
mer
Since August 14 I have contributed more writing for My World, My Sky. This does not mean in any fashion that the story is finished. It simply means I've kept whatever damned promises I've made to have a full screenplay written by Christmas of this year.
I haven't a clue when, or even if, readers will be able to visualize the writing other than inside their precious little minds.
I believe in this very much, and will do whatever I can for it to be seen by you the way I do, but patience is a virtue. Don't come knocking down my door in attempt to rush my process. It's not even mine, really, over time this work has made a life of it's own. Some days it begs for attention as an only child, others it's barely living on shallow breaths. I cannot control it and despite what some others may believe, neither can they.
All I ask for now is your polite silence. This goes for what is directed toward the work or otherwise. There is always this unnecessary stream of mindless chatter from about 96% of all people all the time and I cannot even begin to express my gratitude for those who refrain from splitting their lovely, rosey lips in attempt to better focus their minds on what is truly important. Please, realize what matters before it is too late. I promise you, it does not hurt.
xox
mer